Snow Keep Fallin Songtext
von Lil Shine

Yeah, I walked in with a pistol tucked, pistol tucked (Bitch)
Yeah, I′m countin' up racks, I ain′t sayin too much, sayin' too much (Persona, hahaha!)
Yeah and I try my best, I ain't gettin′ love, get no love
Why you gotta act like that?
You doin′ too much, doin' too much (I like money)
Is this a mistake, how long is this finna take?
But you got me lookin′ like a lame
You promise me you would quit
Gotta get my bag
Pour X up, sad
They're going out sad (Bitch)


Yeah, the money sit tall like a tree, swear I was in too deep
And I went from the Scatpack to Hellcat to the SRT Jeep
And I said "Look up at the stars", yeah, they shinin′
Hold on the drank please, for the memories
Swear to God, it's perfect timing
And I don′t got time for no date
I had to put a bitch in her place
Yeah, I ride a hunnid down the plane
And I love you, runnin' from the jakes
He said he got a lil' money, that′s fine (Bitch)
And she pull up then I′m breakin' her spine
We sippin′ red out the double cup
We pour it down like we sippin' Wock′
Smoking fye, I hit the blunt and now it's over (Bitch, hahaha!)
I keep on pickin′ up the phone but it's over, yeah
I ain't touch a cup since about October
Still we ain′t never sober
Off that drank, I′m moving slower
I pop this Perc' just like a seal
Too far gone, shit gettin′ real
I sip lean when I eat meals
Anxiety giving me chills
But stop texting my phone
Don't wanna fuck with the business, slut (Bitch)
I got way too many hoes, I got way too many poles

Yeah, I walked in with a pistol tucked, pistol tucked (Bitch)
Yeah, I′m countin' up racks, I ain′t sayin too much, sayin' too much (Persona, hahaha!)
Yeah and I try my best, I ain't gettin′ love, get no love
Why you gotta act like that?
You doin′ too much, doin' too much (I like money)
Is this a mistake, how long is this finna take?
But you got me lookin′ like a lame
You promise me you would quit
Gotta get my bag
Pour X up, sad
You going out sad (Bitch)

(Bitch)
Yeah, smoking fye, I hit the blunt and now it's over
I keep on pickin′ up the phone but it's over, yeah
I ain′t touch a cup since about October
Here we ain't never sober, off that drank, I'm moving slower

(Bitch)